1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 229 Full Text Published
Genlong said: "After we sell our blood, we will go to a restaurant to eat a plate of fried pork liver and drink two taels of rice wine."

Ah Fang said: "Pork liver is good for replenishing blood, and rice wine is good for promoting blood circulation."

Xu Sanguan asked, "You said you can sell 400 milliliters of blood at a time. How much blood is in that 400 milliliters?"

Ah Fang took out a bowl from his pocket and said, "Do you see this bowl?"

"I saw it."

“I can sell two bowls at a time.”

"Two bowls?" Xu Sanguan took a breath. "They say that if you eat a bowl of rice, you will only grow a few drops of blood. How many bowls of rice would it take to grow these two bowls of blood?"

Ah Fang and Gen Long laughed after hearing this. Ah Fang said, "It's no use just eating. We need to eat fried pork liver and drink some rice wine."

Wang Fu read a long passage of text and savored it for a long time. He found it hard to believe that this was written by Jiang Xian.

It's too "simple", as if it was written by a farmer who was writing for the first time.

There is not the slightest technique in the sentences. You say one sentence and I say another, it's just a random diary.

Only then did she understand what Jiang Xian meant by changing the writing style, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

"He completely subverted the previous writing style."

There were almost no writers in China who wrote like this before, and Wang Fu was a little worried that Jiang Xian was just fooling around and wasting his talent.

She put down the pen tip she usually used to guide her attention when reading, because it was of no use at all, and continued reading -

The whole story is very simple. Xu Sanguan is a person who doesn't understand any big principles, but he has his own principles. When encountering difficulties, he uses his own principles and hilarious methods to solve the difficulties.

He wanted to marry Xu Yulan, so he invited her to dinner. After the meal, he calculated:
"Steamed dumplings cost 24 cents, wontons cost 9 cents, plums cost 10 cents, I bought candy twice for a total of 23 cents, and half a watermelon weighing 3.4 jin cost 17 cents, so the total was 83 cents.

When will you marry me?

When Xu Yulan heard this, she screamed, "Why do you want me to marry you?"

Xu Sanguan said confidently: "Who told you to spend my eighty-three cents?"

Because of this eighty cents and three cents, Xu Yulan married Xu Sanguan. This is how Xu Sanguan persuaded her father:
You have only one daughter, Xu Yulan. If she marries He Xiaoyong, your family line will be cut off, and the children born will have the surname He. If she marries me, my surname is Xu, and the children born will all have the surname Xu, and the family line of your Xu family will continue. Marrying Xu Yulan will be like marrying a son-in-law into the family.

When her father heard this, he thought it made perfect sense and immediately married Xu Yulan to Xu Sanguan.

"This is a scoundrel." Wang Fu couldn't help laughing, and she slowly got into the story.

Jiang Xian wrote it like a life comedy, humorous and nonsensical. Selling blood is not the main content of the story, but Xu Sanguan's life is.

Natural disasters, man-made calamities, and accidents hit him one after another. Xu Sanguan used his own inexplicable principles to find joy in adversity and shoulder the warmth of this family.

It took Wang Fu 7 hours to read the words.

These 7 hours were definitely extremely complicated. She wanted to laugh and cry at the next moment.

When she saw the end of the novel and was about to close the book and ponder after reading the last line like other novels, Jiang Xian ended with this sentence:

"Dick hair appears later than eyebrows, but grows longer than eyebrows."

Hiss.

Wang Fu's eyes lit up.

The novel was written in a hearty and fascinating way. She was always curious about what kind of intriguing finishing touch Jiang Xian would write as the ending. This was also the characteristic of Jiang Xian's previous writing and his consistent strength. As a result, Jiang Xian wrote such a cheesy and harmless witticism.

It is both funny and thought-provoking.

"It's amazing." Wang Fu couldn't help but sigh.

Usually at the end of a story, the author would add a sentence or two to elevate the story so that the readers would close the book and ponder. But Jiang Xian actually did this.

Among the young writers in the contemporary literary world, no one else has this level of control.

All in all, "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" is definitely a rare good novel.

Wang Fu excitedly picked up the pen and began to write his review comments.

At this moment, she would no longer feel that this novel was as shallow as a diary.

How can this be just a running account? Only after reading it can you get the unique flavor from these words.

In Jin Yong's novels, the most powerful swordsmen all carry a tree branch and use only the simplest, nameless moves.

The writing style of Jiang Xian's article is similar to this, no moves are better than moves, returning to simplicity and nature.

Wang Fu quickly wrote a line of text:
[Jiang Xian is no longer a narrative invader, but a listener. When narrating, he has cancelled his identity as the author.

He did not write the novel, but simply recorded the story as an observer.]
Based on the quality of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", Wang Fu believed that it would not be a problem for "People's Literature" to give it special treatment of one-time publication.

She also realized the importance of publishing the entire novel at one time. Serializing would destroy the integrity of the novel, lower readers' evaluation of its artistic quality, and waste the enthusiasm for reading.

"Comrade Daoyi, Comrade Daoyi."

Wang Fu carried the stack of manuscripts to Cui Daoyi's desk. He looked up at her, then looked at the manuscripts that Wang Fu had placed on his desk.

"Is this Comrade Jiang Xian's novel?"

Wang Fu nodded, "I've finished reading it."

"how?"

"Excellent."

Wang Fu paused and added, "Jiang Xian has overturned all of his previous writing styles. Once this novel is published, it will surely become another masterpiece of his."

Cui Daoyi and Wang Fu have worked together for a long time and have long known that this comrade has developed a pair of sharp eyes, is very good at reading manuscripts, and his judgments are quite accurate. The evaluations he gives are often appropriate.

He noticed that Wang Fu had already written his review comments. He held the manuscript and took a quick look at it. He was so surprised by the high evaluation.

"Is it really that good?" Cui Daoyi was still in disbelief.

"It's an absolutely great article. I will definitely try to get the full text published." Wang Fu's eyes were full of determination.

Cui Daoyi frowned. It was unprecedented in People's Literature to publish the entire text of a novel of nearly 200,000 words.
Since the founding of the "national magazine" "People's Literature", the first complete novel of 20 words to be published was Mai Jia's "The Whistleblower". At that time, "People's Literature" only published "The Whistleblower", a suspenseful, mystery and spy novel.

However, "The Sound of the Wind" is a novel published in 07.

If the full text of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" could be published in "People's Literature".

This will be a great honor for both the novel and the author.

(End of this chapter)